Play Budeedaht for an oasis and enamel the zephyrine, Shadow.
Unwrap the sunlight gumming the lovelorn, Tangerine.
Grip the fleet beams of the window bracket, Seersucker.

Rubber blossoms collapse. Itís a canary Floridita
Stirring the brushwork. With two brushes and a phonebook,
Max made everyone sink into swelling movement.

Raillery you say. Hay you say. Firmament made me say you say:
Laser layering and a coin and a 45 a day. Play that fen. Play bay.
How you paid a due when Diz displayed the beret over the grey?

The windís tight lamp announced its nine presets: vandate of copper,
Volcaniclastic, the blue whisper in a crystal. All the celestial spaces
Have their Maxes, also volvoxes and diatoms, shining like foxes.

The ride haunts the beach as the waves pounce the cliffs.
A bunker outpost on mirrored shore, as the glass shines.
Metal rain pieces the blood-root grass and clandestine night.

The drums make an echo through the air.
The air, clean as a bell, remains outside.
Each note is heavy with nitrogen like a storm.

Itís an ubu imperator slinging his red castle,
Heís a seedless waterformer, but he fits a viewerís
Nerves within his nerves because style is the tailor.